I was all set to feel a fervent, unrequited need to own these slingbacks, although who’s buying heels anymore? Add to that that I never go to an office or out at night, or at all, really, and the conclusion that I do not need a pink and white houndstooth pair of heels that aren’t even quite tall enough for my liking is painfully evident.
If you know me well, then you know that I’m not a fan of sporting logos on my clothing or accessories. You might, and that’s great, but it isn’t my preference. I really do not need to be a walking billboard for a brand. Similarly, I feel that telegraphing your relative wealth, or budgeting skills, is ill-advised. If one wears well-made clothing and carries a well-made handbag, as well as don well-made shoes, the quality of the fabric, materials, and design will speak for themselves. You won’t need to walk around festooned with a smattering of posh letters spelling out your desire for a foothold in the next-best social class than the one in which you are situated. If there must be a logo, it needs to be small and unobtrusive. For my taste, anyway. In other words, you can’t see it from across the room. Or space.
(No class system in the U.S.? Surely you jest. American society is built on class warfare and the ever-burning need most feel to climb, climb, climb into the strata above their own. I’m getting off topic here. (But: bring back the guillotine!))
I’m back.
I was beginning to move from admiration of these chic shoes and into pleading until I procured them, or at least repeatedly viewing them on my iPhone screen, based on the photograph on the left. Then I saw it. The offending feature. Upon viewing a different angle of this shoe (view the photograph on the right), I discovered the problem that disqualified the shoes from consideration. I could keep my pleading powder dry for another battle.
The offending logo. Not just a small “CD” or something like that, which I could live with, but “J’adior” repeatedly printed on the band that rests on the heel - white band with pink print. Subtle. If their lip colors and formulations weren’t so incredible, I’d abandon Dior, but I’m reasonable.
So, back I go to square one as far as selecting birthday gift options. I’ll seek a brand that doesn’t situate its logo in an obnoxious fashion on the product in question. Wish me luck. Logos are endemic. And time waits for no man. Not even Jefferson
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